One normal Wednesday night, my family and I were just doing normal family things. But this night, happened to be the scariest night of my life. We were watching TV on the couch while my brother was playing with his toy cars. “Ok kids, time for bed.” Said my mom. I was probably five of six. “Awe, cant we just stay up for one more minute?” Replied Eric. “No sweetie.” “We have things to do tomorrow.” Said my mom. So we plodded upstairs to our rooms and got into bed. “Good night.” Said my mom. “I love you.” I said. “I love you too.” Said my mom. She walked out, and shut the door. I tried to get to bed, but everything was quiet, to quiet. I was lying in bed thinking of how I could try to get to sleep, when the door cracked open. I couldn’t breath until I finally made out the dark shadow. It was my mom. It was probably about 2:00 in the morning. “Mia, what are you doing up?” She asked. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t get to bed.” She slowly explained to me what was happening. “I was looking for your brother.” She said. I wondered what that had meant. “What do you mean? Where is he?” I said with a panic in my voice. “ I don’t know.” Said my mom. We immediately got up. We ran around the house trying to find him. We had no idea where he was. My mom decided to call the police. She described everything about him. “Uh yes hi I’m looking for my missing son.” She said. “Ok, what does he look like?” The policewoman asked. “Well he has blonde brown hair with green eyes.” As she was explaining I was very afraid. I felt a feeling that I would never have a little brother again. No one to play with, no one to keep me company, no one. “Mommy, is Eric coming back?” I said. “I don’t know.” “The police officers are looking for him.” She said.
Later that night the police officers had arrived at our house and were searching around the neighbor hood for my lost little brother. My mom also called my grandma and grandpa to come and help look too. We were all searching. As the police officers and other family members searched around the house, I went upstairs into my mom’s room. I was trying to find him. I walked into a dark room and all of a sudden, I hear a sort of rustling sound. I look under my mom’s dresser, and there he was. Safe and sound. “Eric!” “What are you doing?” He explained to me that he was looking for his toy car he left in my mom’s room. Then he heard my mom calling the police, and he was scared. So he hid under the dresser. “Mom! Mom!” I yelled. “What?” She replied. “I found Eric!” She ran upstairs taking the police officer with her. When she saw him she reacted as if she had just won the lottery. I felt proud. My heart was racing.
After we found Eric, he had to have a talk with the policemen on how it’s not good to hide when your mom is looking for you. They also told him to never do it again. After that, my mom thanked them, and they walked out of the house. They started their engine, and drove off into the cold, dark, night. I was relived. I hugged my brother. That was one of the scariest moments of my life. When I almost lost my brother.
By: Mia Bufalino
One normal Wednesday night, my family and I were just doing normal family things. But this night, happened to be the scariest night of my life. We were watching TV on the couch while my brother was playing with his toy cars. “Ok kids, time for bed.” Said my mom. I was probably five of six. “Awe, cant we just stay up for one more minute?” Replied Eric. “No sweetie.” “We have things to do tomorrow.” Said my mom. So we plodded upstairs to our rooms and got into bed. “Good night.” Said my mom. “I love you.” I said. “I love you too.” Said my mom. She walked out, and shut the door. I tried to get to bed, but everything was quiet, to quiet. I was lying in bed thinking of how I could try to get to sleep, when the door cracked open. I couldn’t breath until I finally made out the dark shadow. It was my mom. It was probably about 2:00 in the morning. “Mia, what are you doing up?” She asked. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t get to bed.” She slowly explained to me what was happening. “I was looking for your brother.” She said. I wondered what that had meant. “What do you mean? Where is he?” I said with a panic in my voice. “ I don’t know.” Said my mom. We immediately got up. We ran around the house trying to find him. We had no idea where he was. My mom decided to call the police. She described everything about him. “Uh yes hi I’m looking for my missing son.” She said. “Ok, what does he look like?” The policewoman asked. “Well he has blonde brown hair with green eyes.” As she was explaining I was very afraid. I felt a feeling that I would never have a little brother again. No one to play with, no one to keep me company, no one. “Mommy, is Eric coming back?” I said. “I don’t know.” “The police officers are looking for him.” She said.
Later that night the police officers had arrived at our house and were searching around the neighbor hood for my lost little brother. My mom also called my grandma and grandpa to come and help look too. We were all searching. As the police officers and other family members searched around the house, I went upstairs into my mom’s room. I was trying to find him. I walked into a dark room and all of a sudden, I hear a sort of rustling sound. I look under my mom’s dresser, and there he was. Safe and sound. “Eric!” “What are you doing?” He explained to me that he was looking for his toy car he left in my mom’s room. Then he heard my mom calling the police, and he was scared. So he hid under the dresser. “Mom! Mom!” I yelled. “What?” She replied. “I found Eric!” She ran upstairs taking the police officer with her. When she saw him she reacted as if she had just won the lottery. I felt proud. My heart was racing.
After we found Eric, he had to have a talk with the policemen on how it’s not good to hide when your mom is looking for you. They also told him to never do it again. After that, my mom thanked them, and they walked out of the house. They started their engine, and drove off into the cold, dark, night. I was relived. I hugged my brother. That was one of the scariest moments of my life. When I almost lost my brother.